Ive seen this kind of behavior before
In regions of the world poorer than poor
In my backyard where the squirrels rule
Its primal and raw, an existential tool
Its the act of hoarding, of which I speak
For when supplies might not be at its peak
The wild eyed look of a hungry African refugee
Hoarding wheat and other staples, free
Watch a squirrel in November..
Who somehow manages to remember
That nuts and fruit will soon disappear
Elbow away the present and prepare..
This manic compulsion overtakes
Disregards the present..takes and takes
Theres a new kind of hoarder..a curious breed..
A new kind of compulsion ..a curious need..
But instead of rucksacks, attics and underground hives
They use flashcards, memory sticks and computer hard drives
I’m sure you’ve seen them..
Heck you might be one of em..
Moment hoarders..stashing away
Moments for another day...
With slender silver cameras..
Scrunched up faces...
Yes, I agree..moments are precious and few
And I do like to hoard them too
I’ve decided to limit...
My itchy shutter digit..
and not worry about losing